Chapter 2 Confrontation

Chapter 002 Consideration

When Harry Potter woke up again, it was already an unknown number of days later.

He covered his aching forehead, and there was a gap in his memory.

He still vaguely remembered the figure smelling of gardenia at the end, blocking him behind...

He looked around and realized that this was just the Hogwarts hospital. Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, was taking care of the beds in the hospital. When she saw Harry Potter waking up, she smiled at him and hurried out. in the room.

After a while, Dumbledore walked in with his exaggerated floor-length robes.

Even though Dumbledore is known as the greatest wizard in a century and the headmaster of Hogwarts, he still has some characteristics that an older single man should have.

For example, a beard that is almost tangled sometimes, or sloppy clothes, a robe that is never changed, a robe that is always dragged on the floor, etc...

It's just that the convenience of magic allows him to clean up the dirty things on his body with just a few moves, so he doesn't look so sloppy.

"Potter." He opened the door and walked in. He walked slowly to the bed and spread his hands: "You are so rash."

"I'm sorry, sir." Harry Potter lowered his head and accepted his responsibility. If it were the original him, he would not admit it so cleanly, but when facing Voldemort, he lacked the means to compete with him. Harry Potter finally understood how childish and meaningless his previous persistence was.

If you can't compete with the opponent, what's the use of overcoming obstacles and getting in front of the opponent?

Harry, who lowered his head, did not see the pleased expression on Dumbledore's face.

"Well, since you have begun to reflect on your mistakes, I won't say anything more. I look forward to the next College Cup party." Dumbledore nodded lightly, turned around, and planned to leave.

"Professor." Harry Potter raised his head and said.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at him with a questioning expression.

"Hermione, are Ron and the others okay?" he asked.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with Miss Hermione, and Mr. Ron is only slightly bruised. They are already walking fast in the academy." Dumbledore said a little joke.

But Harry Potter did not laugh. He hesitated, clenched his fists, and raised his head to look at Dumbledore: "Professor, that person..."

The relaxed smile on Dumbledore's face faded, he pushed up his glasses and looked at Harry Potter: "Did you really see it too?"

He originally wanted to cover it up, but he didn't expect Harry to actually see that person, which was a bit hard to explain.

"Professor, who is that person? I saw him come out of the coffin. I saw him fight off Voldemort. He..."

"Mr. Harry Potter." Dumbledore interrupted him loudly.

"I think this matter should be treated as our secret and buried deep in our hearts, okay?"

"Whether it is for the wizarding world or for Voldemort, his appearance is a bombshell and is likely to cause an uproar, so I think it is better not to tell this matter for the sake of everyone for the time being. ,What do you think?"

He looked at Harry Potter and blinked.

"I know." Harry Potter lowered his head and said in a low voice.

The natural curiosity of human beings made him unable to help but explore the identity of that person, but the subtext revealed in Voldemort's words made him hesitate.

After a confrontation with Voldemort, he had grown up and was no longer the young man who ignored him, lowered his head and moved forward, rushing over to talk.

He showed a thoughtful expression, but did not notice Dumbledore walking out of the door.

Hermione and Ron walked in from the door, looked at the meditative Harry Potter, stretched out their hands and waved them in front of him, interrupting Harry Potter's train of thought.

"Hermione, Ron." Looking at his two friends, he showed a surprised smile. After breaking through the teachers' traps together, the three of them have already experienced two of the four iron pillars of life: living together Window, we carried a gun together, so when we saw each other, our faces were particularly cordial.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron swallowed, looked at Harry who was a little dazed, and asked worriedly, could Harry have been knocked unconscious by a trap?

"I'm fine, Ron." He gave Ron a comforting smile and looked at Hermione. Harry Potter suddenly showed an expression of realization on his face, leaving such an "Encyclopedia Lady" alone. Please tell me, why are you racking your brains here?

"Hermione, do you know who Merlin's disciple is?" Harry Potter's question made Miss Mastermind show a distressed expression. Now, it was Miss Mastermind who was racking her brains!

After Dumbledore walked out of the infirmary, he went directly back to his principal's office.

There, a young man with silver hair was sitting on a chair next to the comfortable balcony, sitting in a very comfortable posture, with a book on his belly, exposed to the sun, and his slender fingers were like white jade. , it must be an incomparable visual enjoyment to play the piano. Even if his eyes are closed, even if he reads, he only brushes his fingers slightly over the entire page, and then he has read the page. Just when Dumbledore comes in, he reads By the time he turned three pages.

It was quite thick parchment, with text on both sides. It was a question of how much the other party could read through this translation.

But Dumbledore had no doubts at all.

For people in the magical world, reading is a very simple matter. It can be done with a little magic. Although the other party is blind, his attainments in magic...

Dumbledore shook his head and sat down opposite the young man.

The young man closed the book casually, looked at Dumbledore, and smiled.

"Should I call you Mr. Kellard, or should I call you His Highness?" Dumbledore gathered the robe in his hands, raised his hand, and put it next to him. He kept heating it, risking The steaming teapot was picked up, and then the two teacups automatically jumped from the coffee table and came to the two of them.

Dumbledore poured half of the black tea into their teacups. The fragrant and sweet smell of black tea swirled in the principal's room. "Milk? Suger? Or both?" Teacup asked.

"Both." The two said at the same time.

Suddenly the tea cup was filled with milk and a certain amount of sugar, and became cloudy.

Two silver spoons jumped into the cup and started stirring automatically.

"Just call me Kai." The young man put the book on the table, raised his head, looked at Albus Dumbledore, and said with a smile.

I don’t know whose way I’m blocking. Some English modal particles have been criticized more than 100 times, but I just won’t change it. I’ll try to persuade as many of these [non-readers] people as possible to quit.